#Chapter 232: S.O.S.

“I’m sorry, Chloe,” Carrie says. “Just do what I say and this will all be over soon.” This close, I can see now that her desperation had less to do with speaking to me and more to get me into her car. And now, as she starts to drive, that desperation has shifted once more, into getting me wherever she thinks we need to be. I feel like an absolute dolt being here, getting in this situation. Carrie herself had warned me to be careful who to trust, and I so easily extended my trust to her. She’s Mia’s mother. She’s hiding from the Alpha King. I didn’t think I could have an ally stronger than that. Apparently I was wrong. I just hope it doesn’t turn into dead wrong. “Carrie, whatever this is, we can talk about it,” I say. Inside, my fear claws at my insides, I fucking hate the unknown. But I’m not about to let it control me or make me crawl up into a ball and wait to die. I need to be alert. If I can’t talk my way out of this, I need to be aware of my surroundings, always looking for